Chapter two
A conversation with my brother
My brother and I are not blood related. We have different fathers.
We are not similar at all and we couldn't be any more different than we are.
This doesn't mean we're not friends. In fact my brother is the only person I've spoken to in real life face-to-face shut the problems inside me.
And it turns out we have the same depression, anxiety, and all mental health issues.
We were talking bout how we were broken by my dad (for the sake of his privacy, Paul, is what we'll cal, him) just so he could get back-lash in my mum.
We spoke bout death, how much we hate ourselves and the shit in our lives. How no one is a real person and everyone is just pretending to be your friend to get something out of it.
The conversation we had lasted hours and it showed him that I understood what a 21y/o was going through. And that I could relate and that Felt the same
I told him I contemplated suicide,
I told him I contemplated self-harm
I told him everything that was bothering me inside and he did the same
I'd never spoken to him in such a manner. And it felt soo good.
I know he's not going to tell anyone anything because he respects my privacy. But he won't tell anyone what we talked bout. Because what say in our convo stays in our convo.
He told me that within just 6 months I was a totally different person that he could rely on.
Hell I ain't telling You bout out convo, it's privet AF And I think it's for the best.
I didn't have friends as a child and I still don't have friends even now. But my brother was there through everything and now,
Because of one single conversation
We're closer than we have been.
